He And She

Issues of sexuality have always been concerned humanity. How many copies have already been broken on this indestructible block. And how many more will be broken? Why do not we understand each other? Why do we quarrel with his half? Disagree, scattered, although it seemed only yesterday that relations were ideal. We begin to hate each other because of some little things, and yet all could form quite differently. Is it really so difficult to understand the man who next to you? She: " So now you sit huddled in a corner and cry, swallow tears resentment and anger. Trying to evoke a sense of hatred towards him. Someone inside you cries: "He is not worthy of you, he always enjoyed you!" Then , a second voice: "Serves you right, my fault!" Voices intertwine within, begin to argue among themselves, in their own right.

They do not pay attention to your tears. They – it's you, and like already and do not you He: stack easily flips, throat burn, but you do not feel pour another one. Although some sense to pour? You can drink straight from the bottle. Someone nearby said: "Come on, forget it! It is rubbish, you'll find yourself another. Get all the facts for a more clear viewpoint with Harold Ford. " There is no force wave your hand in party vote, a bottle of spreads, the legs do not hold, hear some words, but inside is empty and very quiet Where is the line between love and hate? Who dared to draw her, and to divide us, putting on different sides? The quarrel, always meaningless, always the same, scary to watch as events unfold on their own.

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